Haunted?! How ridiculous can people get? I had just moved into my new house with my sister, Kylie. Just the two of us, that was how it was going to be from now on. A new beginning. It was my first day at my new school today. It wasn't that bad until my teacher asked me to introduce myself in front of the whole class! I didn't mind saying things about myself, but after I said where I lived, everyone kept looking at me. I didn't know why and I felt quite embarrassed, thinking there was something wrong with my appearance. That is until people started talking to me. Well they didn't really say much, most people said your house was haunted or to watch out for critters. I didn't know what they were talking about! When I told Kylie, she just said they were stupid and to ignore them. Days passed and people still looked at me strangely. In fact, I didn't really care about it anymore, I was starting to get used to it. At home, I searched everywhere, but couldn't find anything strange or scary. Except for one thing. It was in the garden, a designer headstone, just at the back, no one knew who it was. I still got chills whenever I got too close, but I didn't really pay attention to it. I just thought people at school were talking about that, when they said my house was scary and the only reason I was scared was because I listened to them. Halloween was approaching, it was everywhere at school. People have parties or plan where to go trick-or-treating. I didn't want to go anywhere, mainly because everyone was going with their friends and I didn't have any. No one wanted to know me, they all found me scary. Finally, the day came, it was finally Halloween. I... in the middle of paper... I don't believe it, she was gone! She disappeared in less than a second! I ran inside, locked the door and went up to my room, out of breath. It was midnight, I snuggled into bed and pulled my duvet over me praying that everything would be okay, and soon after Kylie came home. At first I still thought it was her and stayed silent, but after a few minutes Kylie knocked on my door, came into my room and said goodnight. I didn't tell anyone about that night, not even Kylie. I knew everyone would think I was crazy. Even I started to wonder if it was real or if it was just my imagination, but I couldn't think that as long as I knew, I could never imagine something so good. No one needed to know anyway; maybe if I saw it again I would tell someone. However, I didn't, I never saw her in my entire life and I never went to the garden alone again either..